A poem about 9-5 drudgery. Escape the first chance you get.
I wrote this piece about two years ago. Brexit and Trump (and by extension the whole resurgence and validation of so much hate-filled right-wing ideology) had me questioning a lot of things about the world, our values systems and what the future holds for us as a species. Sadly, I haven’t found many answers since.
I guess this is my contribution to modern-day Western scar literature.
This video was also made for me by Cornelius Something of Manufacturing Content.
This video was made for me by the very talented Cornelius Something of Manufacturing Content. He’s taken a reading I did of one of my poems and seriously elevated it with some mesmerising images and fitting music.